The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

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Chapter 327 Presidential Suite Dalton's smile deepened upon hearing Wynter's compliment. "What an honor," he quipped.

For sreason, the golden-frglasses he wore made him look even more devilish.

This was the first tDalton's bodyguards had seen him being teased like this, and they couldn't help their amusement.

They were even more impressed with Wynter for being able to get away with teasing Dalton. In the past, he was so aloof that even socialites dared not approach him at dinner parties, let alone tease him.

But Wynter did not seem to fear him and behaved as if she was perfectly at ease in his company. In any case, she had Dalton. wrapped around her pinky, though the bodyguards were loathe to point this out to him.

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She complimented Dalton so openly and playfully that one might have thought that she had done this multiple times.

Wynter declared, "You're mine, is that understood?" She did not like sharing what she had claimed as hers.

Dalton twirled a strand of her long hair around his finger. "Yes, I'm yours." "I want intel on that young lady the Quinnells sponsored," Wynter said as a yawn escaped her. She was clearly tired. "I still haven't figured out what's wrong with her scent. I should let Wolf see her in person Chapter 327 Presidential Sude Chop so he can determine it." Dalton stroked her hair. "Sleepy?" "A little." Wynter yawned again.

He draped a coat over her shoulders and asked, "Would you like to return to the room?" "Okay," was all she mumbled as exhaustion washed over her.

She felt like she had been in this building before. Fragments of unfamiliar memories flashed through her mind as her eyelids grew heavy.

Dalton sensed that she was exhausted and did not bring her back to the main building. He had someone check them into a presidential suite instead.

Wynter lifted a brow. "Why this floor?" "You'll be sleeping in my room tonight," Dalton replied, gently shoving her through the door. His voice was pleasant as he added, "I'll be working in the study." She looked up at him inquisitively.

"What, do you not trustor something?" he asked with a chuckle.

"No." Wynter stretched and took off her shoes, then padded barefoot across the carpeted floor. "I'm going to bed. Have fun working, though.

"Also, could you call my grandmother and tell her where I'm spending the night?" Chappi 227 Prudential Suite She was tired after a long day, but she refused to get into bed without showering first. As such, she headed into the bathroom while Dalton called Margaret as instructed.

"Yes, she's washing up now, don't worry. Get srest, Madam Margaret. I'll take you and Wolf sightseeing tomorrow." On the other end, Margaret hung up and looked at Wolf.

Wolf signed, "That man's dangerous!" Margaret ruffled his head and laughed. "I never thought I'd hear your call another man dangerous." Wolf's expression was grave. "I don't like that man," he signed. "But he pays well, so I don't know what to make of him." Margaret couldn't help but laugh at this as she sprawled on the couch. Wolf simply gaped at her, unable to comprehend why she wouldn't take him seriously. The swent for Wynter, who repeatedly ignored his warnings.

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Wolf was certain that Dalton could brainwash others. He couldn't understand why Wynter hadn't seen the black tendrils that curled around Dalton as they were only becoming more present.

It was as if there was something inside Dalton that couldn't be m suppressed any longer. The content ve is on novelenglish.net!

Wolf had no idea what it was, but it felt familiar. He also couldn't help. feeling like he and Dalton had met before. Either way, he didn't like Dalton.

He shook his head and rattled his brains for an answer, but he Chapter 327 Presidential Suite couldn't remember anything. He let out a sigh in frustration.

That night, Wolf kept tossing and turning in bed. Safe to say, he did not sleep well at all.

Meanwhile, over in the presidential suite, Wynter wanted to bury

herself under the covers right after her hot shower. She would have done so if Dalton hadn't hauled her up and proceeded to blow-dry her damp hair.

She was so tired that she had to lean her head against him. "Are you done?" "Almost," Dalton said, nearly laughing at the sight of her.

Just then, his phone screen lit up. It was the joined the international conference call that had been scheduled in advance.

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